Snowy Memory

"Point taken, but we need to draw closer!" The telepathic words shot right through my body and I desperately blocked it with my body armor. Love Armor. It ignites without warning. Catching odd linear interferences networking spirituality towards karma racing in sync together evolving Never Ending Story. Like Motorcycles racing in my mind and mouth, press the break, engage the gas. As if speaking through a wall, ear to ear as children with string can telephones. Strange home, strange circumstances. Faith keeping my heart pumping. Keeping me laughing and breathing. Yet this arrogant city living in me looks to other lands for a sign. Something stirs very privately and secretly in my veins. Go for a drive to think. Music blaring erasing any emotion. Heading home, heart empty. Chasing history. Rear view mirror propelling me to immediate present. "Follow Me!". "Please follow take the lead!" I will follow each and every turn. No I won't. "Please hear me now!!!" Everything happens for a reason. Horses galloping behind me. Lights guiding the way. Red carpet rolled out to my front door. Look back to reassure my arrival. Darkness as far as I can see. Sharp turn then vanishing. Did my dreams disillusion me.? The last hour a mirage? NO! I slip into bed. Remembering one of a kind eyes that nobody could copy. Rapture communicated while history was created. Did I fight the laws of love.? Or just fight and respect the law? Heart equally faithful and leading me to future goals. An Angel's home for a love syndrome forever devoted to the sense of Utopia. By Kristen Bruni